Work Experience

To prepare myself throughly for my (please, please please!) medical interveiws i organised some work experience. It was a hassle enough organising the bloody stuff, i felt like i was a begger wandering round all the rich people's houses crying to be let in. But, in the end, one kind person took me in.

I had no idea what to expect, all i hoped for was that i wouldn't be filing. GOD. I SWEAR. I HATE filing. It takes the absolute piss. I am an intelligent person coming into your establishment to learn, why the fuck would you make me file? I didn't do any filing THANK THE LORD.

A friend of mine is doing some work experience on the same ward (he was the one who suggested i contact the very kind doctor who took me in) and there is also another work experience person who knows nothing about medicine so i'm not all alone, thank god!

As i walked in i asked for Dr Nice-Person and waited a minute or so. I was beckoned round the corner and there Dr Nice-Person was, 6 foot 4 and black. Now, i'm not racist but my jaw dropped to the floor, then had to be picked up again quick snap so no-one noticed. I wasn't expecting him to look how he did..but now i can't imagine him looking any other way.

We did ward rounds first. The first person we saw was a drug addict. It was a bit of a shock to the system and i felt like the posh kid forced to see the most unfortunate members of society. I really felt like i was intruding on patients when we were shadowing Dr Nice-Person, it was a truely strange set-up.